J Ann Crowder
Oh, those whimsical movements inside mine imagination’s creations!
Dancing with wind piped songs, as I mold it’s sweet rhythmic flow to a river’s spiritual calming, or a tree’s longing whisper to heaven
Like a mold glued together by earth’s clay
Thus my mind’s array blossomed upon airy springs, sunshine, and a rustic soul’s nourishing mask
Earth gave her wings—spell binding songs of ink wells filling opal tapestries with verdant seasons, lulling upon tides reborn
Written May 20th 2018